The bard had stopped their instruments, the dancers and joke tellers stood still as if they've been hypnotized by something as they all watched me.
All movement had stopped since I asked Leviathan to marry me. The entire space was now so quiet as all eyes were on me.
Right now I wish more than ever to hide away from their eyes. A few of those gazes were glares and others were shock with their mouths hanging open
I know what they must be thinking, 'It's strange for a lady to ask a man to marry her', but I did, shamelessly, cause I was so upset and jealous of Lydia, which I now regret. Maybe I should have just walked away but I was only following what Gandhi had told me.
"Snatch away his unmarried title".
His black eyes narrow on me, and just like that, I know I've overstepped. My stomach tightens for an entirely new reason now. I've lost him. I've torn the playfulness off like a ragged strip of parchment. Handsome features harden, charm cooling like snow over coals.